When these summer squalls have subsided,
I will reap the kernels of my discontent.
bushel by bushel,
I will harvest my wistful fields
until they are barren of want, and come fall,
I will take my troubles to the mill.
lined-up and counted,
I will bake them in the sun,
and when they are dry,
I will grind them with a stone salvation.
under a December sky,
I will bleach them with a mild amnesia
so they are as white and soft as springtime snow.

Then, baker befriended these kneaded woes will rise--and this time,
I will feast on the bread of my shortcomings.

I am seeking an unspeakable beacon--
that which defies not solely the misty discontents of mine own
but the time-wrought err of man:
a taut reminder to cross the burgeoned  blur of millennia
up and down the current and the tides
of an ocean to quench such fiery dispositions,
inspiring a shanty not for sanctuary
but for the cleansing of such tarnished deposits
clinging steadfast to the side of aching vessels
harboring, hidden, a virtue free of salted regard
and an anchor to an oft ennobled canon.

What am I supposed to do with you?
With your kind blue eyes
that twinkle in the dwindling classroom light?
I do not understand why
you pretend not to cry
when you sit alone on the front steps.
If I can guess I'd say there's a mess
inside your mind.
There's good inside you
I know it's there.
It's just trying to find it's way out.

You make me so happy
like not many others do.
I do not have to laugh to
hold the conversation.
When I'm down I cannot frown
when I trace the outlines of
your unblemished face.
You believe in the impossible
or at least pretend you do.
I can do anything when I'm with you.

So maybe we need each other
in a way.
You need someone to
tell you it's okay
to be imperfect.
I need your
childlike dreams
the ability to always
believe.

I'm asking you please,
step out of your comfort zone and
see what I see.
See your beauty.
Find beauty in me.
Maybe it will be worth it some day.

An inexplicable alchemy blends us
and transform, when you are with me;
I am fully filled up by what is 'you'
then, how could'I' be there, it's all you.

It seems so distant so far away
Your mind wanders to it all the time
Is it the place that you can't shake off?
Or is it the people you grew up with?

You ask, does the place miss you?
Do the people remember you?
Is nostalgia always one sided?
Can the moments be relived?

Will the rivers, the valleys, the trees
Embrace and welcome you back?
Does it make a difference to them?
That you want to return

Can you see yourself in that picture?
Can you still hear the laughter?
Where has everyone gone?
Will the picture ever come alive?

What remains today
Are just images in your mind
Leave it to the others
Let them make their memories now.

Stranger, I'm sorry.
I haven't met
You yet,
but when I do,
I'm afraid that all I'll feel
is warm limbs
and dusted lips.

Again, I'm sorry,
but not wholeheartedly.
Too much at stake.
I've too much time
that cannot be spared.
And these flames,
they won't dissipate.

I can't have it happen
because when it does
these feet will be doused
and my heart will explode
from not running about.

You'll become them,
my passions,
and, needless to say,
they're jealous of me.
They cannot share.
I am so loved.
I am so loved.

I'll shut it out,
You, for now, because
I'm afraid it may come too soon.
I pray you know that
I can't amble yet.
I've still too much to do.

She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.

Curtained in a shower,
Hidden from a world I once knew,
Imprisoned for desires,
Hidden in a world away from you.

When will they accept me?
When will they see I'm one of them.
Why do they reject me?
When will they let me walk among them.
  
Clouded in a smokescreen,
No window to see the soul i feel,
Surrounded by the low screams,
Of more like you left like me.

They took away the dream lights,
Left me all alone without a trace,
Can't tell if it is day or night,
I can't even recognize this face.
  
I had it all
Had it all
Had it all !
  
When I was another man.